“I’m taking my baby.”
“Nah, you not.” The way he looked into my eyes was spooky. I usually wasn’t afraid of MG, but his facial expression was different.
Grabbing my duffle bag and stuffing a few more things in, I left the bedroom. MG snatched my keys from me, and removed the house key and key fob to my Range Rover.
“Micah!” I cried.
“Order an Uber before I cancel yo’ cell phone line.” He then nodded for me to keep it moving.
Chapter Seven: Ricky AK
“Aight, y’all little niggas ready?” I grinned at the crowd of young boys aged 8-11 years old that surrounded me.
I was at the recreation center I had built, about to unveil some jerseys for the basketball team that had been formed. I had a good ass staff here that had been handling shit, so when I brought the idea to them, they found a coach and everything. The team was only for the young men that could show proof of how well they were doing in school. Homework always came first around this bitch too, so if you didn’t have that shit done, you couldn’t play either.
The boys here looked up to me and were fans of mine, so because of that, they always wanted to impress me when I had the time to come by. By saying that, they strived to make good grades and shit to be able to brag to me when I got here. I didn’t mind either, because I’m sure they were all doing better than I was at their age. I was too busy finger banging bitches that were in high school, and learning how to load a gun from the big homie Crips around the neighborhood. The way I grew up, and where I grew up, you were either crazy or you were soft. And the latter got yo’ ass whooped and probably killed.
“Yayyy! … I love blue! … Aww shit, my name is on the back! …” the boys yelled randomly.
“Percy, watch ya mouth, man,” I scolded him for saying ‘shit.’ He just nodded with a smirk.
I sat back on the bleachers inside of the gym, as the boys fawned over the jerseys and joked around with one another. I was hoping all the shit I was doing would actually keep them out of the streets for as long as possible. I wasn’t naïve, so I knew it was inevitable for some of them, mainly because South Central was no joke, but if I could prolong that shit, I’d be good.
“It’s so nice seeing you do stuff like this,” Draylah commented. “But what about the girls? Shouldn’t they have something to do?”
“Yeah, I guess, but like what?”
“I don’t know, maybe like a dance class or team or something like that.”
“You gon’ teach them that shit? Because don’t no niggas ‘round here dance unless you gon’ teach their asses how to Crip walk.”
She laughed.
“Actually, I could help teach, but I have a friend who could do a better job.”
“Then get their asses down here.”
“Yes, sir. I have to pee, I will be back.” Draylah stood up. “Ricky, I have to go,” she whined with a smile when I grabbed her hand.
Looking her up and down for a minute, I was in awe. She was only in some tight ass jeans, a white top, and some heels that looked like they hurt like a muthafucka, but damn.
“I did good not pulling out. Busted all in that pussy.”
“Oh my gosh.” She chuckled and took her hand from me.
She started off towards the bathroom and I just watched. I contemplated following her so I could hit right quick, but when I saw this little nigga I knew to be Jermaine standing near me, the thought escaped my mind.
“Quit looking at my girl’s ass, little nigga.” I lightly tapped his chest.
Bucking his eyes with a devious smile, he replied, “She’s so pretty.”
“Yeah, I know, but get yo’ own girl. It’s plenty of little playground hoes that you can mack on.” I winked at him, and he laughed.
“What are you telling my son?” A woman’s voice yanked my attention from Jermaine. When I saw it was Malou, confusion washed over me like a tidal wave. I could have sworn I’d seen Jermaine’s mother before, and it wasn’t Malou. But I guess I was wrong.
“Ma!” Jermaine rushed over to her and hugged her mid-section. She didn’t turn from me though; she kept her stare and licked her lips.
“Baby, can you give me and Ricky a few moments.” She bent down a little bit to be eye level with Jermaine.
“Alright,” he responded sadly before walking off to join the rest of the boys and the coach I’d hired.
“We ain’t got nothing to talk about.” My eyes darted towards the area where the bathrooms were because I wasn’t trying to be talking to this bitch when Draylah came out.
“Yeah, we do. What happened to us hanging out some more?” Malou folded her arms. She had on a dress that was more fitting for a club; a strip club at that. She must have known I was gon’ be here because every time I was to make an appearance, the kids knew.
“I never told yo’ ass we were supposed to hang out. I told you don’t hit me up, and that I would hit you if I needed anything. I haven’t since that boring ass sex, and I still don’t, so take yo’ ass on somewhere.” I stood up, towering over her.
“Niggas usually fall all over me, nigga, so I don’t know why you’re acting like you’re not interested. Clearly you are since I sucked your dick and rode you for a little bit.”
I laughed subtly.
“They fall over you until they realize yo’ ass is thirsty as fuck. And I don’ let a lot of bitches suck me off, and it damn sure wasn’t because I was interested. I needed to bust a nut and your mouth was available. And what kind of pussy you got to where a nigga gets bored while in it?”
Back when I was in high school, Malou was every nigga’s celebrity crush because of how pretty she was. She used to be on this TV show, and every black teenaged nigga wanted a piece of her. I was honestly floored by how muthafuckin’ thirsty her ass was. Her head game was one for the books though. But I had Draylah who I loved, who had my baby, and who was nastier than half of these hoes out here, so Malou couldn’t do shit for me. Shit, she proved that, that night at my crib.
“So what you doing tonight?”
“Look, get yo’ damn son and take yo’ ass home or wherever the fuck you need to go, and I’m not gon’ tell yo’ stupid ass again.”
“I just wanna fuck with you for a little bit,” she almost begged like a little child. “I was a little drunk the other night, but—”
“You act like this with every nigga that busts in ya mouth?” Just as I asked that, this older dude I hired as the janitor named Kevin walked by. Nigga always kept a bottle of Raid on him because he went ham with that shit anywhere he found crumbs.
“Ahh!” Malou screeched when I snatched the bottle of Raid from Kevin’s cart and sprayed her ass with that shit like I was trying to drown her muthafuckin’ ass.
“Now hopefully that’ll make yo’ roach ass scatter.”
Kevin chuckled as he snatched the bottle from me and proceeded on.
Malou’s mouth was agape as Draylah walked up, looking at her and coughing because of the potent smell. She then turned her attention to me, before whipping it back in Malou’s direction.
“Excuse me, we’re talking,” Malou said.
“And, bitch, if you wanna be walking out of here instead of being rolled out on a stretcher, I suggest you go on somewhere,” Draylah snapped. I hugged her body from behind just in case she tried to scrap.
Malou’s facial expression shifted immediately upon seeing me hug up on Draylah. I kissed the side of her face while keeping strong eye contact with Malou, and her mouth twisted up.
“Scurry on with yo’ thirsty ass,” I added, since she was still standing there like her feet were glued to the floor.
Malou turned on her heels and switched, calling Jermaine’s name on the way. Once I felt Malou was in safe territory on her way out, I let Draylah go.
“Is that the bitch from High Times, the TV show?” Draylah turned to face me. I nodded in response. “Well I don’t care; I will still knock her ass out.”
“Relax. We’re supposed
to be calm before the trip, baby.” I grinned, gripping her ass in my hands while I kissed on her neck.
“I’ll try.”
When I saw people taking pictures of us, and seemingly making a recording from outside, I decided it was time for us to go.
I just hoped for Malou’s sake that it was the last of her trying to come at me, because either Draylah was gon’ beat her ass, or I was gon’ have her stupid ass buried in the woods somewhere. I wasn’t like these other bitch ass niggas who let these hoes harass them and fuck their life up. Nah, as soon as I felt like you was on some bullshit, I was deading the problem. Just like with that Justice bitch.
***
Later that night …
Draylah and I were about to board my private jet since we were going to Hawaii. I’d told her before that I wanted to take her a few places, and since she was pregnant, we needed to do it now. Not to mention, I didn’t get much time off in bulk, so now that I had two weeks off in a sense, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with my girl. I enjoyed traveling, and I wanted her to see shit, so this was perfect.
I let her ass choose the destination, and Hawaii was where she wanted to go, but I was able to convince her to go to Paris a month from now.
“Where you guys headed tonight?” some nosey ass nigga inside of the port inquired. He looked like that old perverted ass uncle that wanted all the girl cousins to sit on his lap.
“Why?” I frowned.
“To Hawaii.” Draylah nudged me and then smiled at him.
“Oooh, I’ve never been, but I heard it’s beautiful out there, just like you. Is this a honeymoon?”
“No, that will be somewhere much more fancy,” Draylah giggled.
“You’d better hurry up and marry this one here with a smile like that. Mm hmm! Hell, she lit up the whole port.” He flirted and cackled loudly, teeth looking like the extra buttered popcorn.
“So do them corn on the cob ass teeth, my nigga.”
“Ricky!” Draylah’s jaw dropped.
The man quickly closed his mouth and said, “Y’all have a nice trip, alright?”
“Okay, thanks!” Draylah’s extra friendly ass replied as we started to walk out of the port and onto the runway.
“I see you trying to fuck with the saggy balls and toffee teeth crew,” I half joked once we stepped out into the night air.
“Fuck you,” she laughed. “I was just being nice.”
“Yeah, well—” My sentence got cut short when I tripped over a thick ass cord that was stretched across the gravel outside. I almost busted my ass and that shit had me hot as fish grease.
“Where are you going?” Draylah inquired as I made an about face. Her ass was still laughing at me tripping.
“To beat that nigga’s ass. Ain’t the last thing he said was to have a nice trip, and then coincidentally, I trip on that thick ass shit?” I seethed. “He said that shit all funny like too. He got me fucked up.”
Draylah was chortling so heavily that she couldn’t say anything as she held onto the tail of my shirt, trying to pull me.
“Baby.” She shook her head ‘no.’ “I’m sure he had nothing to do with you tripping over that cord. We have to go!”
I turned to peer inside of the port at that old yuck mouth ass muthafucka one more time, and then I let Draylah take my hand and lead me to the plane.
My jet was decked the fuck out, and since Draylah had yet to see it, her mouth was wide open in admiration as my pilot, Jensen, welcomed us on. I greeted him, introduced him to Draylah, and then she and I sat down across from one another and buckled in. Clay was already on, knocked the fuck out.
“Fuck you doing, Dray?” I frowned when she placed her bare feet in my lap.
“They’re sore, I need a massage.”
“I told you not to wear them damn stripper shits tonight. Fuck you need heels for to get on a plane?”
“They were cute.” She poked her bottom lip out, and then nodded down towards her feet.
“What is that?” I pointed to nothing in particular because her feet were beautiful. I didn’t too much fuck with feet, but when my lady wanted a foot massage, I usually obliged. Her carrying my baby also motivated a nigga to make sure she was comfortable 24/7.
“Nigga, please. I have nice feet.”
We laughed in unison.
I massaged her feet only for her ass to fall asleep. I attempted to wake her the fuck up so I could get some pussy, but she claimed she wasn’t feeling well. If she weren’t carrying my kid, she’d have to suck my balls or something, because I wouldn’t be letting that bullshit slide.
We made it to Maui about five hours later, and since we left at nighttime, it was daytime upon our arrival. The whole time we were descending from the air, Draylah was taking a bunch of fucking pictures and squealing and shit. After landing, I had a black Escalade for Clay to drive, so he took us to the Waldorf Astoria, which was a little ways away from the port, but worth it like a muthafucka.
“Baby,” Draylah whimpered as Clay pulled into the roundabout driveway. I glanced over at her to see tears running down her cheeks.
“Draylah, what the fuck?” I frowned, not even sure what the hell had happened.
“It’s so pretty out here, and it’s so much stuff to take pictures of that it’s stressful.”
Clay burst into laughter at her response, as I exhaled heavily. Turning a little to face her as Clay got out the car, I gripped her wet face, kissing her lips gently.
“Baby, I got plenty of space on my phone because a nigga don’t take many pictures, so I got you. I can help you get pictures and send ‘em over, aight?” She nodded and finally a smile appeared on her face. “You weird as fuck pregnant.”
“Fuck off.” She chuckled lowly before sniffling.
Once she fixed her face, we got out of the car where there were some bitches dressed in whatever the fuck females wore out in Hawaii.
“Aloha, and welcome to the Grand Wailea, Waldorf Astoria, Mr. Montana.” A man dressed in a suit appeared, wearing a smile. “We’re very happy to have you and your lovely girlfriend. Your suite has been cleaned and is ready for you guys,” he spoke, as one of the females placed a necklace made of flowers around Draylah’s neck.
“Nah, I don’t fuck with that type of shit.” I stopped her when she came towards me with it. Fuck I look like walking around with some damn flowers hanging from my neck? Only thing hanging from me is gon’ be this Cuban link chain and my balls, fuck all that gay shit. “Aye, my nigga, when y’all get necklaces with some granddaddy hanging around it, then I’ll fuck with that shit.”
“I will put in that request.” The manager laughed before he gave old girl a look like he was warning her not to fuck up again.
Once the bellboy had our bags, Draylah, Clay, and I were taken to our rooms. Clay was the homie, and since this wasn’t necessarily work, I paid for his shit. I didn’t mind; I always looked out for the muthafuckas that looked out for me.
Draylah and I took a shower together, brushed our teeth, fucked, then showered again.
I couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of her. We’d been together a cool minute, but my attraction to her had only heightened. It wasn’t slowly decreasing like it did with the other bitches I’d smashed in the past. Shit, most of the time, as soon as I busted, all interest had dissipated. I believe it was different with Draylah though because unlike them past hoes, I was attracted to her personality, which was just as beautiful and sexy as her physical.
Since the hotel was literally attached to a big ass beach, we got changed into some beach attire. I just had on the real nigga beach fit; some swim trunks and a gold chain.
“Ready.” Draylah appeared in some skimpy shit that had her whole damn body out like she was a fucking stripper.
“Nah, you ain’t wearing that shit. The only thing I can’t see is ya fucking nipples and pussy.”
“All my bathing suits are like this, Ricky, just different colors. How am I gonna get in the pool unless I’m in a bathin
g suit?”
I stared at her for a little bit, licking my lips at how fucking good she looked. I decided against making her change because for one, all of that shit was mine, and two, I had no problem beating a nigga’s ass if he looked too long; shit, a bitch too unless she looked good herself. Threesome!
It was unexpected, but we stayed out there until the sun went down since there were food and drinks nearby. I appreciated the fact that the people who wanted pictures with me and shit were polite about it and not just running up on me. It got a little crowded closer to nightfall, because word got out that I was here, but the staff and Clay kept it so that I wasn’t ambushed.
“You still wanna go to dinner?” I asked Draylah who was climbing out of the water. Only a few people were outside, but up in their cabanas since the sun had set. “Look at this fucking body,” I commented when she came up closer to me. We were the only ones actually still on the actual beach area at this time.
I turned Draylah around so that her back was towards me, and got a nice squeeze on her ass, making her giggle. It was wet, and she had some sand on her, which for some reason turned me on. Like I said, I didn’t take many pictures, but I had a gang of them muthafuckas of her in the water today; some close ups too.
“You must like what you see. I saw I was all over your SnapChat and Instagram today.” She straddled my lap, and I immediately cupped her ass and brought her into me some more so she could feel how hard my dick was.
“I fucking love what I see.” I pecked her lips before we started to kiss nastily.
I moved my lips across her face, and down to her neck, while moving her thong to the side. Removing myself, I lifted her a little bit and then forced her tight pussy down onto me. Locking her arms around my neck, she slipped her tongue into my mouth as I used her hips to help me guide her up and down.
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